Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Her teeth scraped another deep cut into his flesh, and a swelling of blood oozed up from underneath his flesh over his shoulder. He tried to watch her as she circled him over and over again, but he was too weak and he dizzied too easily. And so instead, he stared straight ahead. She finally came before him, daring him to attack her, but he knew that the repercussions would be even worse if he injured her than the current torture that he was suffering. But then, finally, after days of a sleep-deprivation, his mind caught up. Draven was not a stupid titan, and though he had fallen, he could not believe that he had taken so long to figure everything out. Still, he dared to hope and in response, the ess laughed in his face. On your feet, you pathetic failure.
Shock began to set in. He had failed. All of those months… all of those years of preparation for that one sweet moment, and it had all been for naught. His opportunity for revenge for what Halina had done to him had passed. Draven was not one who ever failed. But it seemed that everything had changed.
After all, here the titan was, laying broken and battered upon the ground. He was no longer a titan, but instead a slave. And this was one of his torturers. He would suffer silently and would use the time to make his plans – to kill Halina as he once should have. The Ice King was now added to his list… Kershov was his name. And then, finally this ess would be added to the list. That is… if she ever dropped her name in conversation.
Time and time again, the femme fatale demanded that he stand, only to knock her down the next second. It was a vicious cycle, a game that she clearly enjoyed. You asked who I was, dear puppet. You did not ask why I was doing this to you. Its usually the first question to come out of a victims mouth. Why are you doing this? Who are you? What did I do to deserve this? She was mocking him quite clearly, but he did not let her get to him. This was, by far, the worst situation he had ever been stuck in, but it could be worse.
He could be dead.
But he wasn’t. Instead, he decided to amuse her by rebelling. “Honestly, I do not care what your reasons are, you bloody bitch. I hope you break a nail on my flesh. As for what I did to deserve this? Ah, well that is a question I already know the answer to.” He tried to chuckle maniacally, but instead he managed to cough up crimson and sputum.
Her response was swift – her paw struck out and struck him in the face, her daggers cutting across his maw. The motion broke open some wounds that had started to scab over, and made new ones. He managed to stay silent as she clucked her tongue at him and giggled, before picking back up her circling.
My name is Scarlet Nights… and I’m the one who you will truly fear. She ran in swiftly, her pearls clasping onto his leg before shaking, upsetting his nervous system. Pulling down, she made him collapse again before she fell atop him, her weight choking off his trachea until he couldn’t breath. He struggled weakly against her, until all of his limbs were thrashing, kicking at her futilely and then she released him long enough for him to take a breath before she began to choke him again.
Aren’t you going to ask me what I want from you? With the air left in his lungs, he managed a few brief words. “Oh… Do… enlight..en me.”
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Ω Azura Ω
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